Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.